BANQUET OF CHAOS: A Poem

by S. Boswell

Your words ‘effluviate’
The concepts nauseate
Your rule I would eradicate
The throne I would ‘conflagrate’
The deluge I pray to inundate
They that would steer our fate
By preaching peace against those to hate
.
With the blood of martyrs we will consecrate
A path not bound by aristocracy’s state
Continue your plies to sublimate
You’ll find only the trail where we lie in wait
.
Your banquet of chaos does not sate
Are caprice and lies your only trait
So practiced as to seem innate
.
No longer to pine over this empty plate
We will heave your spirit upon judgments gate.

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